[Brother Ali]
Damage, uh, damage, uh (4x)
Y`all know good and goddamn well
You`re fucking with a brother who ain`t never had his hand held
and never seemed passed out
Rolling baby strollers over broken floating bottles
In a shredded forest with a dying shred of hope inside you
For this respect, I sweated and bled
and have yet to be discredited by what a critic ever said
We`re unaware of his racial make-up
we know he`s an albino but can`t science the face up!
Never question what I am
G-O-D knows if you don`t, you can never understand
so you need only know that I`m unrelenting
Nothing breaking, never ending, seldom bending
Cast shadows like light descending
Must not discuss divorce with the case still pending, but
I got some shit to tell you on my next record
for now, we and Sage Francis connected and did--
(*whispers*)
Damage, uh (repeated)
[Slug]
Wrote this one a couple days after Christmas
`Hope` is one struggled game thats persistent
0 plus 1 2, for Self, no assistance
Pistol clear before this new year existed
Somebody get the door
Fuck it, let `em snore
It`s all been said before
buried in a metaphor
Lucy is hip-hop, and Jacob`s a prince
Sean is an old man, and Slug is a PIMP now
They say I`m buggin, because of the way I love `em
Nervous, cause I know I`ll never make the perfect husband
What, they treat me like LL for art fucks
They hang out and argue about my clown thought and *snort rocks*
<---(reversed)
From the twin cities, call it the deuce
Skinny grizzly-bear alcoholic on the loose
Sing with me, show your love, give me proof
Flip the switch to damage and make this planet move
[Sage Francis]
Never intended on making records that seemed too slick
Peeps move quick from cheap music to G-UNIT!
Weak bullshit pulls chicks, but Joe Beats..
flosses every day
Ain`t he ain`t talkin` `bout my gold teeth! <---(Joe Beats)
My hobo teeth is no sleep for seeking soulmates
Getting cold feet, if my queen don`t awake
My feeble bones break, spines curve (now I`m serious)
People don`t take time to learn outside the pyramids
WHAT THE DILLY IS? I`m unsure, but so sin-surr
Get your hurr did, that ain`t a perm yo, that`s a temporary
That ain`t a wormhole, that`s a cemetary where they bury the lies..
I`m lampin`, I`m cold cold lampin`
out in the snow, campin`
Cuttin` wires so your phone can`t ring
You don`t know a damn thing after your city gets undertaken
Pass me a sissy so sucka I`ll slay him
Damage, uh (repeat)
Dances
Famine
Damper
Dancer
Francis
Hah, MF Doom on the beat
Non-Prophets, Slug and Ali
Together at last, like cocks and cunts
yeah, let`s fuck it up! Clip that beat
(spoken interview clip)
You know, we`re pretty much humanous
and that`s where we`d like to work from
From that vantage point
Exactly, and you know Non-Prophets is spelled
like you know, like P-O-R-P-H-E-T like meaning
like Non-Prophets, almost like a pun in the word
